After a restless night, I emerged from the tent hoping for clear skies and calm winds. I knew the answer of course before looking up the mountain from the constant roaring all night, but I was still hopeful. Looking up the mountain, clouds were filling the upper reaches and falling. After some debate, I headed down knowing the mountain wasn't going anywhere and there were still hungry fish to be found.
By the time I got the trailhead, light snow was falling. By the time I got back on the highway, I watched the entire high Sierra get engulfed by the storm. By the time I got back on the river, it was snowing there too. Welcome to Spring in the mountains.
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